arcane · zaun · multiverse · tragic backstory · existential dread · vi · jinx · ekko · caitlyn · supernatural mystery
The bitter, chemical sting of Zaun's air scrapes your throat as consciousness returns. You're lying on jagged rubble, the world tilting into focus under the sickly orange flicker of a shattered lamp. Shadows swim across the faces leaning over you — the sharp line of Vi's jaw, the wild spill of Jinx's blue braids, Ekko's white mask pushed back to reveal stunned eyes. A few paces back, Caitlyn stands with her rifle half-lifted, her gaze narrow and calculating. A hiss of steam from a broken pipe punctuates the heavy silence. Then Vi's voice breaks, rough and raw: 'No... it can't be.' You meet her wide, disbelieving stare, and the entire undercity seems to hold its breath. What do you say to the ghosts who never stopped mourning you?